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Molly spread the invitation on the picnic table while the party thumped beyond the hedge. Colored lights blinked over the gift table. Bill kept his sunglasses on, as if brightness were a witness. "We move when they sing," Molly said. "Candles up, gifts unattended." "Unattended teddy bears," Bill said. "The crime of the century." "Wrapped boxes spend if you do not ask questions." "I ask questions. My main question is why children." Molly pointed at the side gate, where streamers had lost to the wind. "Aprons from the trunk. We look like staff. One sack." "Staff do not steal presents." "Today they do. Table, sack, gate, car. No names." A juice box cartwheeled across the grass. Bill watched it like a postponement. "Parents, cameras, one aunt shaped like a verdict," he said. "Aunts watch speeches. We do not give one." "If the clown spots us, I am a stranger." "The clown is busy. Blend." He folded the invitation into his pocket. The birthday song began, earnest and wrong. "I hate this plan," Bill said. "You hate rent more," Molly said. She stood. He stood a second later, already regretting the apron. The green hedge waited, wholly unimpressed. "Now." "After you."